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Double Platinum: Certificate of Excellence, for my poem,

I’m honored to have been chosen for this accolade.  Thank you, administrators,  for your hard work.

Babe’s Phoenix

Mother whose despair is like
Acrid smoke of burnt flesh
Surrounds her nightly course of fresh
Baked corpses whose breaths are a pike

Of fear that death is near,
But she carries hope on her hip
Cradled against her breast, a trip
She makes daily carrying life, as sear

Of a future, a Phoenix from the ash
Rises in the form of the innocent
Babe she holds, close to heart, bent
On giving it her life’s blood, brash

In the knowledge that her milk
Will sustain it while it syphons
Her health as nutrients, tons
Are unavailable, and sacrifice is silk

For her baby to grow on,
A Phoenix born from fire, passion,
Compassion, empathy, a fashion
That enrobes the babe, soar and don

Its firey feathers on display,
A life lived with dignity, glory,
Unparallelled beauty that’s never gory
Rather, it’s fascinating, never grey

Full of life where hope, freedom
Expire in the ashes of
The Phoenix’s Rise, newly born, stuff
Of myth and legends alike ends’ never come.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon.  It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Review for my poem,  We Did Everything

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

We Did Everything

We did all we could …
Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading,
Death is as real as your breathing,
Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.

We did all we could …
But child amputees are running marathons
To survive but another day as pawns
Of politics that’s gross as it hammered

That “We did all we could”, clause
That left pregnant mothers to die,
Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye,
Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries

That “We did all we could”, was
Said to assuage politicians’ conscious
While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious
Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,

Whose haze in, “We did all we could”,
Evaporates in the fog of time that flies
Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries
Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud

And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt
Of surviving, whole or not, presses
In the abyss of despair where hopeless
Orphaned, erased families, press to built.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed poetry for change,  is available on all eplatforms including Amazon.  It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Certificate of Excellence for my acrostic poem, BELONG

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BELONG
Acrostic

Be the change in the seasons
Eternal flexibility,  flow follows
Longevity, for if you bend with
Only power, you’ll break and despair will
Need an abyss to contain its weight,
Gone are the times of humanity’s compassion, only death is left.
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed poetry for change,  is available on all eplatforms including Amazon.  It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Review and accolade for my poem,  Say Farewell

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab So many awful things to leave behind, amen! Your repetition of Farewell to these losses, traumas and horrors is both powerful and poignant. You portray them with amazing images and intriguing rhymes. I like how you alter your repetition to speak to hope for change and harmony. Wonderful poem, bravo!! 👏

By: Linda Powers O’Dell

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Say Farewell

Farewell I say
To another year, slipping
Into yesterday in a blink eying
The world through a backward lense to play

Farewell I say
To war that followed into genocide
Where white phosphorus is a guide
To death that’ll pay and say:

Farewell I say
To colonizers whose dominance
Is nothing but a posturing stance
That rides a high till it lands in grey

Farewell I say
To the muck of horrors that movies
Would fear to display as crazies,
For, to them I lay

My farewell to say:
Leave the people to their freedom
Don’t subjugate, ruin, destroy as you come
To steal resources under cover of pray,

So, say farewell to the grey
Quagmire of losses, trauma that sway
In harmony with nature creating a stray
Wind of change that’ll cross oceans and pray …

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed poetry for change,  is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Award of Excellence for my poem,  War

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                             War
                         Terror, murder
                      Flow like oceans
           Struggling to survive mutilation
   Atmosphere of toxins spreading disease,
           Disasters hidden and shared
                     PTSD isn’t just
                      Trauma lived,
                               Life

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed poetry for change,  is available on all eplatforms including Amazon.  It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Review and accolade for my poem,  Sounds of War

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Wow, Malak, you really got to my heart with this powerful poem! All the repeated sounds of war are so evocative, calling up frightful images. I can’t help but think of Gaza, recent example of this terrible fear and destruction. So sad, so horrifying. Amazing images, fantastic poem! Bravo!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

Sounds of War

Drum, drum, drum,
Drum the stoned bun,
Turn it around and run.

Drum, drum, drum,
The hum of whizzing stones
Drop like bombs on bones.

Crunch, crunch, crunch,
Rush to flee debris from a thump
That hits the head, and you’re dead! No pomp!

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
On the stoned cement
Fallen from bombardment ..

Cave, cave, cave,
Under the hopelessly inhumane
Conditions of decayed bodies, pain …

Rotting, rotting, rotting
Away in the streets, floors underground
With walls, furniture burying you, never found …

Slowly,  slowly,  slowly,
Killing you with death around you,
Within you, captivating you in its horror’s view.

Boom, boom, boom,
The shaking, quaking resulting
In fear spreading like bird songs floating …

Wheezing,  wheezing, wheezing,
Trying to breathe under the rubble
Is like being buried alive in moving sands in a cuddle.


©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed poetry for change,  is available on all eplatforms including Amazon.  It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Review and accolade for my poem, CHIAROSCURO

Thank you for the honor and your hard work. I always wait impatiently for your comments.  Thank you

CHIAROSCURO
Chained light,
Heavenly bright
Incessant shadow, don’t
Avert the radiance of justce
Reflecting right’s light
Offering hope when despair is
Somewhat easier to drown in, while
Courage to fight the battles of equality
Under the umbrella of darkened power
Revealed in rays that shine a ritulant glow
Over the dispossessed of humanity’s light.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed poetry for change,  is available on all eplatforms including Amazon.  It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518


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Certificate of Excellence for my poem,

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

HELL O WEAN

The past year has been worse than any
Halloween as it was actually HELL O WEAN …
The Hell of being weaned on what’s seen
On social media’s snippets of genocide, carry

With it atrocities of dismemberment,
Beheaded children, fetuses gutted, children
Bullseyed by snipers, flour lines broken
By bullets whizzing past victims of bombardment.

So hello, HELL O WEAN, we see
Your inhumanity,
Your unlawful abiding personality,
Your insouciant attitude to killing. Be

The Hell in our Haloed Halloween for you’ve
Shown us that: unity is strength,
Gen Z still has a conscience whose breath
Of freshness is awakening those who’ve

Followed blindly behind HELL’s demand
For subservience to its god given
Right to rule the world with a broken
Set of laws that are man-made but bind,

Bind those whose ambition
For power is greater than their compassion.


©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed poetry for change,  is available on all eplatforms including Amazon.  It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Accolade and Review for my poem,  We Did Everything

Thank you for the honor and your hard work. The day i get a review is always a good one, whether it’s good or bad is irrelevant to me, as I want a reaction.

We Did Everything

We did all we could …
Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading,
Death is as real as your breathing,
Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.

We did all we could …
But child amputees are running marathons
To survive but another day as pawns
Of politics that’s gross as it hammered

That “We did all we could”, clause
That left pregnant mothers to die,
Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye,
Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries

That “We did all we could”, was
Said to assuage politicians’ conscious
While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious
Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,

Whose haze in, “We did all we could”,
Evaporates in the fog of time that flies
Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries
Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud

And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt
Of surviving, whole or not, presses
In the abyss of despair where hopeless
Orphaned, erased families, press to built.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed poetry for change,  is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518


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Review, accolade, and 3rd place for my poem, We Did Everything

Thank you for the accolade and your hard work. It’s highly appreciated.

We Did Everything

We did all we could …
Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading,
Death is as real as your breathing,
Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.

We did all we could …
But child amputees are running marathons
To survive but another day as pawns
Of politics that’s gross as it hammered

That “We did all we could”, clause
That left pregnant mothers to die,
Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye,
Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries

That “We did all we could”, was
Said to assuage politicians’ conscious
While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious
Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,

Whose haze in, “We did all we could”,
Evaporates in the fog of time that flies
Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries
Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud

And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt
Of surviving, whole or not, presses
In the abyss of despair where hopeless
Orphaned, erased families, press to built.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Simile: line:  1, 2, 3, 7
Oxymoron: line: 14
Synesthesia: line: 21

My poetry book,  Perfectly Flawed poetry for change,  is available on all eplatforms including Amazon.  It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518